The Hare, the Wizard, and the Warzone

Cicadas again.

Thousands of them. There must be more in these woods than in Misty Forest! You can't even hear yourself think.

"this is it!" You can barely hear frank's voice above the cacophony. "they're around here somewhere!"

That's when you see them.

An army of frogs blanketing the earth and hopping your way. The ground trembles as millions of fat, green bellies launch into the air and land in unison.

You aren't really sure what's happening, but you stand as still as you can as a wave of frogs washes past you, eating every bug in sight.

"Come on, {player}, we need to save as many as we can!"

It's Rosalie! What's she doing here? She and Star are in the middle of the procession, collecting as many cicadas as they can get their hands on.

"These frogs are ruining my experiments! It must be the ambifacient lunar waneshaft... On a Saturday for crying out loud! Come on! We might still save enough for my hesitation injection capacitor!"

"Take some frogs out while you're at it!" shouts Rosalie. "Every little bit helps!"